Poem of the day

The headwinds make them cower, their tempers dampen quickly,
Mike's legs start losing power, a stark reminder he's nearly fifty.
But although his muscles burn, he carries on and doesn't learn,
With bruising bum, but buttocks firm, both boys bolt around each turn.

So off i head to set up camp at Strathclyde country park,
To meet defeat with canvas sheets, I  loath this camping lark

With three tents to negotiate, against the wind i fight my fate
As Alex, 'conviniently' late says 'sorry i got delayed'
On thinking that his timings poor, I test my new-crew dad-in-law,
Getting him to set upo more, but find he's well behaved.
Yes this in-law, i can't ignore has clearly set up camp before
He puts in pegs and pumps up beds, all skills i can endure i'm sure.

So after his tardy disposition, he's since become a welcome addition,
having earned his new position, in the daily LEJOG blog!